I'm struggling with myself right now. I'm feeling tired and worn, not entirely physically and in ways that mere sleep cannot mend.
Because he's on probation, there are things that Someone is not permitted to do, a curfew he must adhere to, and things that he must do to satisfy the terms of his plea agreement and his probation.
There are varying consequences for failing to do what he must or for doing what he mustn't. They call these consequences "sanctions".
He was doing well enough, but in the last month he's had four sanctions. He used substances bot unlawful and prohibited by probation. The first sanction was extra community service and extra AA meetings. The second sanction was 24 hours in jail. The third was 6 days in jail. Now he's on his fourth, a probation violation, and I'm told he'll be in jail until at least January 3.
He's barely been home and he's gone again.
Once again he will not be with us for Yule. It is possible that he will miss both children's birthdays as well. I am once again a single mother.
This has an impact on me, on my children, on our collective lives. Not only do we not have what income he may have earned because he cannot work while in jail, I have the added expense of paying for phone calls and commissary if I choose to do so, and I can't just leave him in there without the means to communicate, at least. I won't make the kids do without anything, but it does add to my struggle. This on top of it being a time for spending on gifts and whatnot.
I hate feeling like I can't give my children very much when it comes to prezzies. Luckily there are others in their lives who make up for my slack, people like Mom and T and K2 and Mizz A, and many more, all of whom love my children and spoil them silly. At their ages, keeping the power and water on (not a given on a good day) and food available aren't awfully interesting or important, and honestly I don't even do that on my own, so I can't take credit. Anyway, it's difficult to wrap the power, but sometimes I'm tempted to put a bow on the faucet.
I suppose I am just feeling the usual ebb that comes with this time of year. I'm so frustrated by my inability to earn income, to manage finances like a wizard, to keep up with myself...everything seems so bleak to me.
I know it's crass to talk about money, but it'd be easier to avoid talking about if so much of one's value didn't hinge upon one's financial worth and if so much of our life in this country wasn't centered on income, on cash flow.
To help combat these feelings, I'm spending as much time as I can manage in the kitchen for the next few days. It's cookie season, and while I don't have the demand for them that I used to, I still like to make up plates of cookies and give them to people. I can still manage a little holiday cheer, even when I'm feeling rather in the dumps...and if making (and saying the name of) Snickerdoodles doesn't bring at least a small smile to my face, then I know things are dire, indeed.
Seriously. Say "Snickerdoodle" without cracking even the tiniest grim. Betcha can't.
Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One
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